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A dark industrial rock anthem born from ancient rage and silent masks.
Dark Hard Industrial Rock


lyrics

The mountain swallowed the fading sun
Crimson leaking through broken trees
Footsteps crack in the frozen hush
Something breathing behind the leaves

A crooked shadow on the stones
Bent spine carved against the sky
Silver hair in the wind like smoke
Burning hatred in her eyes


Branches snap — too close, too near
I feel her curse inside my ear
The earth itself begins to shake
No path to run, no turn to take


She hunts the ridge, she hunts my soul
Claws in the dark, she won’t let go
Her laughter splits the midnight air
I run but she is everywhere

She hunts the ridge, I feel her flame
Whispering softly my hidden name
Through blood and fear I hear her cry
“You can’t outrun what never dies.”


Teeth like stone in a twisted grin
Hands like roots from ancient graves
Every step that I try to win
Turns the forest into waves

Her shadow stretches over mine
Cold breath crawling down my spine
The moon reveals her shattered face
Time is bending in this chase



Heartbeats pound like war drums loud
Fog descends — a burial shroud
Her scream tears open mountain air
I feel her fingers in my hair


She hunts the ridge, the sky turns red
Her curse alive inside my head
But in the fire of my despair
Something wild awakens there

She hunts the ridge — I stand and rise
Reflection burning in my eyes
If she’s the demon of this land
Then I become what I can’t withstand



The mountain never forgets…
And neither does she…